A Summing Up Of Parts (Part DEUX)
Like Hot Shots!
Sleep eludes me once again.
Ok, Part Deux is like the contemporary thing. I know, I seem t have left out a lot of details but I tend to do that.
Preamble to 9/12/08
It is now yesterday and the crazy came back.
I don’t know what happened, it was all cool and then I seemed to regress slightly; the old, unwelcome feelings of doubt and paranoia crept up on me.
I did what I used to do: I was moody, snappy; alienating myself.
But the difference is this time I caught it in time, stilled a while, stared at the sky, made myself feel small and pointless (this is not negative; it helps me) then I felt a lot more calmer and could go apologise to Meme for being grumpy.
(She’s got enough shit to deal with without my temper tantrums)
There was one thing that kept coming up, though and I haven’t been able to shake it.
I have a bad feeling about someone I don’t know.
The name pops up and it makes me jealous.
I don’t even know why this particular name does it to me.
I hope it’s just paranoia and not ESP.
“Monopolise All Circumstances”
What he is and what I hope he does not.
9/12/08
Today was good though, all the turbulent crap I went through yesterday couldn’t be contemplated in the morning as I woke up ten minutes before my foto class.
Stealing three Triki-Trakes and running out the door, I realised I hadn’t showered for 3 days
(Well the guy said to keep my tattoo dry ‘til it heals properly). I grabbed an 8peso breakfast of a croissant and carton of milk to eat while walking to Facultad.
(I guess this is what’s meant by Comida Corrida. Ha.)
Class was fine. Foto evaluation. Felix liked 15/40 photos which is pretty good. Last foto class though. Kind of sad, really.
After that, went to the school to meet Clarita for coffee as we arranged. That was nice, talked about what we’ve done, what we’re doing, RHUL, blah blah… seem to always hit the big things in small time with coffee, Clarita and Rosbenito (the waiter).
Then it was a lone lunch of cheap corrida. Wrote some stuff.
One of which is below: I still get a kick out of that, HA!
The other was just what came into my head.
Soup Stains.
Then went back to the school to meet M. Helped her study Nahuatl for couple of hours.
Didn’t worry about that name. But then i don’t when I’m with her.
Then class, didn’t listen to some people’s presentations, except the one about Son-Jarocoho.
Pretty funny, our teacher used to play in a Jarocho group so busted out her 4-string and played some songs!
Then we went to Patio Munoz to see where Fandangos are held.
Man, I love that place so much. It’s the kinda place I’d want to live. Couple of families that lived there painting for Posadas.
Kinda interrupted the guy’s class but he was cool, talk about Jarocho.
Played a song. Was good until the Habero came in then man, felt like a fishing hook in my belly button. Jarocho does something to me, man. It’s fucking awesome.
And that’s about it really, spent the rest of the night ‘expanding my vocabulary’ apparently…
And still no more crazy. Apart from earlier when I went hunting.
But that’s not important.
Chao
P&A
xx
